What if I didn't write? I recently thought about this question while driving home from work. I work at a take-out restaurant during the summer that can be particularly boring at time. To remedy this I have found that thinking up stories while I am waiting for a customer is an especially good way to kill time. But what if I didn't make up stories?
I realize that there are millions of people who have not written their own creative piece of work maybe since a creative writing class taken to fulfill a requirement for school. Some have never written something like this and that is not a bad thing. I just wonder what goes through their minds. They cannot be as barren as I imagine. There must be something else there.
As an espiring writer and lover of words, I do not know what it would be like if suddenly all the stories in my mind disappeared. Sure I have had writers block but that usually doesn't last longer than a few days to weeks at most. I am talking about a serious lack of story. I don't know about other writers out there, but writing and stories are always in the back of my mind. It is as if my brain were a giant chalk board rethinking and imagining plots and characters. Some of these projects get put on papers others get thrown on the shelf or thrown out completely.
Now that I have begun blogging the canvas has become vaster. What do I post? What book to read next and how to give a great review? Most importantly, though, I want my posts to mean something to my readers, no matter how many I have. This has added a further challenge for me but one that I take on happily.
With all these thought going through my mind I wonder what I would do without writing during my most productive time. It is during the evening when I most often feel the need to write. I find myself fleshing out a particularly elusive character or dreaming about how my new world functions. If I didn't have writing to think about I would probably be worrying about some assignment or responsibility and playing out all the possible outcomes of my next week. It is really awful, I worry about everything.
At the end of the day writing is my passion, my need, and ultimately my crutch. It lets me get away from my world and enter another for a brief period. So tell me what you would do without writing or, if writing isn't your thing, what about reading? I know I would not be as sane as I am now, which is questionable anyway.